The row of rectangular neon lights bathes the office hallway in soft golden hues. Gray walls. I pause at the top of the stairs, first floor. Door 15 gleams on my left. My target: room 30, far end. Keycard sweaty in my palm. Distant printer hums. Mouse clicks echo faintly. Coffee stench mixes with my floral perfume. Too hot in here. Impermeable ivory feels stifling.
I stride forward. Heels muffled on red-black checkerboard carpet. 17, 19, 21… Slowing. New stockings rub thighs—unfamiliar thrill. New stilettos wobble me like a newbie on stilts. But damn, I feel sexy. Sway hips deliberately. Floral dress flows, frilly neckline. Tanga digs into my ass crack.
Rising Tension in the Hallway
Card reads 30. Slam keycard on reader. Nothing. Motion at hallway end. Tall blond guy emerges from stairs. Forties, shoulder-length hair, leather jacket, santiags, faded jeans. Hulking build. He stares. Blue eyes locked. Raises phone like to snap me.
Heart races. Fuck this door. Green light finally clicks. I bolt inside, slam shut. Sigh. Watch check: Franck due any second. No time for shower. Knock. ‘It’s you?’
‘Yeah, me.’ Franck’s voice. Relief. Hug him tight as door shuts. His scent erases the creep. Fierce kisses. ‘Some weirdo out there, maybe photographed me.’ ‘Nah, imagination.’ Hands cup my face. Tongue dances—skilled, teasing. I picture it on my pussy.
Jacket off. Pins me to wall. Neck gripped. Basin grinds. Arms trap me. Dress hiked. Ass squeezed. Hard cock presses. Then: ‘Wanna photo you in that hallway. Hot as fuck.’
‘If no one sees…’
‘Quiet floor. Careful.’ Excitement deflates, but I nod. Strip slow. Plum satin bustier, garters, stockings. Ribbon ties tits. He drools. ‘Trench over lingerie. Perfect.’ Grabs key. Peeks out. ‘Clear.’
Hallway silent but for AC drone. Lean on wall, foot up. Flash open coat. Hands on hips. Click-click. Bolder: collar gripped, legs spread, lip bite. Hand slips into thong. Fingers circle wet clit. Eyes shut.
Explosive Release and Close Call
Open eyes: Franck’s pants down, stroking massive cock. I glance hallway ends, giggle muffled. He snaps it. Laugh frozen forever.
Drop coat. Hands flat on wall, arch back. Fingers dance clit. Cyprine drips thighs. Hear his belt clink, hand pumps. Gasp.
Glance right. Blond back. Watching. Frozen. Terror, arousal crash. Franck whispers: ‘Keep going. He’s been there seconds.’ Coat over shoulders. Kisses neck. Cock hot in ass crack. Hands knead tits, untie ribbon. My fingers frantic on clit.
‘Fuck me inside. He’ll rat us.’ Back to room. Clothes rip off. Franck naked, dick raging. I belly-down on bed. Grab green dildo, lube. ‘Want you… and him.’
‘Naughty slut.’ Yanks hips. Rips thong. Lips on ass cheeks, lower back. Cock teases thighs, cheeks. I buck. ‘Fuck me already.’
Footsteps. Knock. Freeze. Franck towels waist, yanks door. Blond. ‘Joining?’
‘Nah… Found this.’ His phone. Mine—lost it. Coat pockets empty. Bag dumped. Blush burns.
‘Sorry… Thanks.’ He grins. ‘No pics from me, but yours? Fire.’ Winks, leaves. We stare, burst laughing. Shut door. Adjust dress smooth. Hair fix. Back to meeting like nothing. Coffee breath lingers. Printer hums on. My thong soaked, clit throbs. Secret thrill pulses.